On Being Judgmental

I was on my way to pick up some fine foodstuffs for my hungry family (Free Happy Meal coupon FTW) and I watched a couple guys cross in front of my car. Youngish dudes. Shaved heads, t-shirts, jeans, one of them had a camo pullover. Oooh, a tattoo on the camo guy's neck, what is it, get a little closer to the headlights....

It was a swastika.

Without even thinking I made the kind of noise you make when you've stepped in some poop in an unexpected place, like the Vatican. Kind of a "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhnnn!" 50% disgust and 50% pure disappointment. Then when I was done I found myself worrying that the guy heard me and would be offended. Can you believe that? I was worried about appearing judgmental to a stranger with a swastika on his neck. How the hell would such a conversation go?

"For all you know I'm a very nice person!"
"For all YOU know, I'm Jewish"

"I have pride in my race!"
"Mazel Tov!"

"Hey didn't your mom ever teach you not to judge a book by it's cover?!"
"Only if the book ISN'T Mein Kampf!"

On the other hand, if by some slim chance he did hear me, and assumed it was due to his particular bodily adornments, maybe he's just the sort of shy nazi who was glad somebody noticed him. Maybe he's still trudging along Grant Road happy that his investment of $5 and bootleg Skrewdriver concert DVD's worth of tattoo managed to elicit any response at all. It might be too much to hope for he said "L'Chaim" under his breath, though that would've made it perfect.

Trudge on Timothy McVeigh, bless your little racist heart.

Where art thou Holidailies?

Seriously I cannot find a damn thing about signing up for Holidailies 2010. It would just be my luck that once I decide to get off my literary ass and do this thing it's gone. Maybe I'm just jumping the gun. I've got ideas for Holiday themed posts that I don't want to do until I know for sure what is going on Holidailies-wise, so for today enjoy a special glimpse into my life.

A while back I told my 3.5 y/o son his barn door was open to symbolize that his fly was down.

As with any toddler it's a pretty safe bet that 95% of what you say goes in one ear and out the other. No, that's not fair...90-95% of what you say bounces off their skulls without ever reaching the ear hole to begin with. That sounds more accurate. So imagine my surprise when I see a struggling kidlet with half his zipper up getting upset with himself because...wait for it:

"The cows are escaping."

Yessiree, that's my kid in a nutshell. He's gotten past the general development crap and is well into his own personality-wise and I'm tellin' ya, this is gonna be one interesting Christmas season.

And Here We Go...

Mostly I've done this for Holidailies 2010, which I will link to once I figure out how. All the info I can find is still set to 2009, so I may just be getting a tad too ahead of myself. Black Friday sales have been going since Halloween, and Santa's already at the mall- can you blame me for having an internal clock that's flashing 12:00 most of the time? When I was a kid in Chicago I used to pray that it wouldn't snow before my birthday (Nov. 16th for those keeping score.) It didn't work too often as you may have guessed. Now that I'm spitting distance from 30 (oof) in Tucson, Arizona what can I pray for? That the damn stores won't run out of Pillow Pets before my birthday so my son can have one on Christmas?

I've tried this blogging thing before and quite frankly it sucked. My premise sucked, my profile photo sucked, and my willpower to write something down and post it more than once a month sucked. I'm hoping with the Holidailies crew breathing down my neck I'll find the wherewithal to keep my ass on the millstone or however it goes. Stay tuned, it's going to be a bumpy holiday season.

Smooches,

Lorrie